Rosewood and the legend of the Unicorn

Chapter 3- Home

Authors note:
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(The top photo is what I'd imagine Ariana to look like)

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Her surroundings are suddenly exposed from their originally blurred state, but it fails to sustain an adequate answer to the question of where she is.

"Ariana... you're home."
"Why do you keep saying that! I've never met any of these people, I...I don't know where I am!" She screeches in distress.
She continues to pour with nervous sweat, and her breathing rate moderately expands.
"It's okay Ari. You're safe now." An unrecognisable man states. Although she feels completely contradictorary to that sentence.

She's currently perched on the edge of a bed, or you could say, just a plank of flimsicle wood and a paper-thin blanket.
Pivoting to the left, she grasps consciousness of three women and two men. Their Arms crossed or hands sheltering their mouths  in an awe like state. Their pupils fixated on to her presence, as if she were some sort of god.

A corresponding scene occurs to her right. Yet this time, a man, the one she recognises to have enforced her kidnapping is installed on the edge of her bed, just inches away from coming into contact with her quivering body.

She also can't help but notice the surpreme murkiness of the room she's presently intoxicating in.
As if dirt particles are large enough for the human eye to distinguish.

It's a spacious room, with all a houses basic needs. She concludes with herself that everything  is crafted imaginably  out of wood. It feels like nature, but yet adds a mysterious darkness to the room.
A perculiar smell rides it's way swiftly passed her nose, like a strong scented perfume, something that her grandma would flourish in.
A smell of a fresh batch of .... roses....

Roses.... ?

She questions why she feels this sudden link over powering her body, but can't quite grasp what's been lingering in her mind for years.
Wood... roses...
"Rosewood?" She suddenly mumbles under her breath.
Everyone in the room starts looking at eachother, some with subtle smiles pinned to their face. And some shuffling around, as if she said something uncomfortable.
"Am I... in... Rosewood?"
The man perched next to her slowly opens his mouth to reply, but an unexpected thrashing sound comes from the door directly in front of Ariana, around 20 feet away.

All eyes pivot to meet the scene of two security guards holding back the door.
She didn't even take notice to the fact there are guards imprisoning her in this curious room.
Is she being held prisoner? The thought quickly crosses her already boggled mind.
Too many questions engulf the remaining bits of sanity she has left within her.

But all continue to watch as these two hulked-sizee men attempt to push back the door, and aggressively restrict whatever is attempting to enter from the other side.
Ariana unhesitatingly backs into the corner of her bed.
One of the girls wraps their arms around her, in a risky attempt for comfort.
Ariana surprisingly gives in, and accepts the support from another during a time of need. Something she's been unwilling to do throughout the life with her adoptive parents.

Two hulked men, two not strong enough.

But yet, Ariana was in a way, glad. As if she wants what's behind that door to reveal itself.
It's someone who evidently wants to see her, something she's longed for throughout her short life of loneliness.

And her wish is granted. A tall, bearded man exerts all his weight on the door, as if his life depended on it, and enters the room.

He takes a couple of rushed steps forward and skids into the room on his soaked, worn out leather boots.
The silence is layed.
As they all stare at him, and he stares at her.